Dashboard ft. MeVsjordan Lyrics

You can ride with us too fast on the dashboard

I don't wanna talk, yeah, I just wanna fast forward

Shawty shaking ass, yeah, pin it on the backboard

Grabbing all that ass, yeah, hands on the dance floor

Started making bands, I don't know you niggas no more

All my foreigns fast, yeah, and it's only two doors

All these fucking racks, don't know why you niggas try for

All my bitches bad, I don't think I need you no more

You too old to be fucking up

You be moving too fast

I wish you the best of luck, some shit stuck in the past

What you mean I don't make enough,

Still stuffing in my stash

Ain't nothing too big enough, I'ma handle the task

Why you always hit me when you want some?

Why you always ask me if I'm on sumn?

I can see all of that ass up in 3D Boy, you know these niggas wanna be me

They say money come a problem, so I gotta keep a chopper

I just fucked, I am not your baby father

Just cause we got relations, don't think I'm buying Prada

Gotta Go by her momma house, tryna see how she was brought up

Even though you hating, you ain't really gon' stop us

Had to beat it on beat, now the coochie need a doctor

I can't fuck with too many, it's so many imposters

Houston, I think we have a problem

You can ride with us too fast on the dashboard

I don't wanna talk, yeah, I just wanna fast forward

Shawty shaking ass, yeah, pin it on the backboard

Grabbing all that ass, yeah, hands on the dance floor

Started making bands, I don't know you niggas no more

All my foreigns fast, yeah, and it's only two doors

All these fucking racks, don't know why you niggas try for

All my bitches bad, I don't think I need you no more

You don't gotta keep up, bitch, I'm going at my pace

Had to tell a broke bitch, get up out my face

Since I gave her good dick, now she all up on my case

Blowing up my phone, fucking up my Friday

Phone jumping yeah, I'm getting it at my pace

How is this your bitch, she giving me the hoe face

All the blues the Louis bag, get it nine ways

I'ma take another one Hit it sideways

You can ride with us too fast on the dashboard

I don't wanna talk, yeah, I just wanna fast forward

Shawty shaking ass, yeah, pin it on the backboard

Grabbing all that ass, yeah, hands on the dance floor

Started making bands, I don't know you niggas no more

All my foreigns fast, yeah, and it's only two doors

All these fucking racks, don't know why you niggas try for

All my bitches bad, I don't think I need you no more